|
||
|
|
MONGO THE EARLY
YEARS We had to make a stop in a small town for gas.. Dad went in to pay and I was in the truck with the kid & fid. I was looking around and noticed the car in front of us.. The 16 year old is pumping gas for his mom, and looking in the truck. He kinda smacks his mom and points to our truck.. She in turn looks and then starts to walk over, squinting at the bird! Next thing I know she's knocking on the windshield.. Poor Mongo is freaking out cuz all he sees is a hand coming at him. So I rolled the window down and asked her to stop it, as she was scaring the bird. She comes to my side and is ohhhing and awwwwing at Mongo, who has returned to preening his now ruffled feathers. She looking him over and makes the most unreal comment I have EVER heard in my life.... "Are those tail feathers REAL? Or did you SEW them on?????" Ok.. I know we're in a small town and everything, but come ON! Yes, I did explain the his feathers were real.. She asked if I could PULL one out and give it to her! "Ummmmmm .. NO, I'm pretty sure that Mongo would like to keep all his pretty little feathers all to himself!" After a million questions, she finally leaves and we get back on the road.. The rest of the vacation went very well. Mongo sat in all the trees making all kinds of sounds, enjoying himself. We were alone at the resort for most of the week.. ahhhh the quiet life. I'm cooking and cleaning, chasing down a 3 yr old, keeping the bird happy (He was so EASY!), going fishing, canoeing and just laying about soaking up the sun! Friday rolls around and we get neighbors! Mongo who has been fairly quiet all morning is sitting in "HIS" tree preening away in the sun.. He looks up and lets out with the loudest wolf whistle I'd heard out of him yet!.. Now it's looking like I'm the only one out here... and the new neighbors are both college age girls... oh boy.. did I look red or what (& NOT from the sun!).. I kinda sorta ignored them and went back to my book.. Mongo had other thoughts... "Hey! Come'ere!... wolf whistle.. Hey! What ya doing?.. I Love MOM.. Hi MOM... wolf whistle.. COMMMMMMMEEEEE 'ERRRRRRRR!" Good grief.. They are both now looking at ME! Now I don't have a man's voice so I speak up.. "It's NOT ME.. it's the bird in the tree"! "Yeah right.. there a bird in the tree that can talk"! "Welllll yes, there is." I go to get him out of the tree. Well by now these two are just about rolling on the ground in a fit of laughter as I'm standing there looking for Mongo who has decided to make himself invisible! He climbed up higher in the tree! So now it looks like I'm talking to a tree! After about 5 minutes, he finally comes down and shows himself. He was doing the evil "hehehehe" laugh all the way down. I coulda wrung his little neck! Well he was a hit with the girls, got spoiled rotten as they would come over and share their food with him.. took pictures of " the talking tree" Vacation ends and we go home.. " I want my tree!" says Mongo.. oh yeah right...we'll load it up with the rest of the stuff, hahaha! Mongo is owned by Kris. Mongo is a 20 year old Congo African Grey (old wise man!) Here I am on the computer... doing stuff and I have my "boy" with me and He decides he wants to go to the tabletop next to me (sits on top of my printer thingy (hehe). I look over at him and even if I smile at him he gets all jumpy & excited - Practically RUNS down the steps to give his Mama a big kiss. But that isn't the backwards part. I put him back and he starts climbing DOWN the tabletop BACKWARDS! Holding onto the step above him with his mandible and reaches down with his left foot (picture it dangling trying to find the step!). He made it all the way to the bottom. It has been a while since I have seen him do it. But BOY OH BOY is it FUNNY to watch! He's not backwards, Just SPECIAL!
Yesterday I made spaghetti w/meat sauce and of course
its one of the favorite for my fids. So we passed out some pasgetti's with some meat sauce
for my babies. As usually 1/2 of it all over the floor and cage and NOT in their bellies.
But well worth the effort - just to see them all Butt Up in the air while they are
face down in their food bowls. Avery is owned by Monie. He is a Cameroon African Grey. Pico and I have a game we play almost everyday. Pico is owned by Lisa. He is a Congo African Grey. You won't believe this one. Rosita is owned by Judy. She is a Congo African Grey.
Micah is owned by Shelly. Micah is a male Eclectus. He is our Honorary Grey over at Grey Matter. We are honored that he is with our fellow "Grey Man". He is a mighty special birdie!
Every evening Abby wants to preen my hair. As of 3 months ago I had hair down my back. Now its SUPER short and lengthy on top. Abby will lean into me - when I walk by. So I stop to kiss my gal ;) and she is all the way stretched reaching for my hair. So I bend my head down and she seemed to be preening but she actually takes a lock of hair places it somewhere on my head ~ ever so gently. She will do this for 10-15 minutes if i let her. Abby is owned by Monie. She is a Congo African Grey. After dinner one night I served Jell-O for dessert. My Brandy likes the Jell-O, but will not eat it if he sees the Cool Whip first. So I serve the Jell-O and feed some to Brandy first and then we can get out the Cool Whip and put some on it. After I finished mine I left the room for a minute and hubby was supposed to be keeping any eye on him. When I came back I found Brandy standing IN the container of Cool Whip eating his fill!!! Have you ever tried to get Cool Whip off the feathers of a bird? Use baby shampoo, and since that incident I always keep a tiny bottle of it on the window sill over my kitchen sink for bird emergencies. Brandy is owned by Cathy Mc. He is a Timneh African Grey. He was taking a shower downstairs and had Oliver up on the shower doors. Carlos of course had a Coke in the shower with him (MEN! ARGHHH!) and Oliver hopped on Carlos' head (those of you not knowing Carlos - he is going bald and buzzes his head - hence nothing for Oliver to grab onto haha) Anyway Oliver gains his balance and Pecks on Carlos' head till Carlos gives Oliver the can. Wait - don't get upset. Carlos trix Oliver - he finishes off the soda, rinses and fills it with water from the shower! I thought that was just hysterical. He is just too much! Oliver is owned by Monie. He is a Congo African Grey. Rayban says WHAT? Sometimes Rayban's Papa Tony works out of town. Well, during one stretch, I decided to teach Rayban to say PAPA TONY. This is a phrase we had never used before, and I had never called Tony this before. So after about 2 weeks of me parroting PAPA TONY PAPA TONY PAPA TONY, he must have gotten tired of hearing it. One morning I was going through my routine papa tony papa tony papa tony..... and from the next room, a real irritated WHAAAAAAAAT? in Papa Tony's voice......just a fluke? So I called again, PAPA TONY? again, a real irritated WHAAAAAAAT? from Rayban. Well, I guess you had to be there....I thought it was funny. RAYBAN SAVES THE DAY! One afternoon, I let the scarlet macaw hang out on top of his cage. He was usually pretty good about staying there and surveying the scene. So he hung out on top of his cage, Rayban was in his cage chattering up a storm....I was sitting on the floor with my head down, stringing (what else) wood blocks for bird toys. Rayban is talking and talking and suddenly he goes into a loud, insistent, GET OFFA THERE GET OFFA THERE GEEEET OFFFFFFA THERE!!!!!!! I look up, and the scarlet macaw has shimmied down his cage and is climbing up someone else's cage!!!!!!! RAYBAN KNEW THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE!!!!! My little hero! Rayban (aka "da Man") is owned by Joanne. He is a Congo African Grey. Amos is at it again. . . He loves to sit out on the screen deck. He can do a great crow! Well today as the crows landed in the trees and flew up over the house to the feeder on the other side, Amos yells really loud at them, "Hey! What ya doin'? Come here!" As they crowed at him and continue on over the house out of his sight he says in a really rotten little voice, "Wicked Brats! That p*sses me off." ROTFLOL Hubby and I just roared with laughter. This bird is a hoot and the joy of our lives really. Amos is owned by Rain. He is a Congo African Grey. Some of you know me. My mom is Ginny. I
want to tell MY side of the story before she tells you her way. First, you should know I'm
innocent! Sinbad the Grey-8! Sinbad is owned by Ginny. He is a Congo African Grey. Oliver to Sinbad Dear Sinbad, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! She tried to get outta de cage but cudnt get out
qwik enuff! I juss wooked outta da window wike HmmmmHmmmm I didn't do noddin! This is too funny! I'm sitting here at the puter this morning catching up on all the posts here. Toby is nearby in his cage, yakking away as usual. Suddenly I'm aware that he is repeating "Can I go.." over and over. I am wondering where it is he wants to go as he does not seem to be finishing the sentence. Then, he finally finishes the sentence. What is he saying you ask? Get this...."Can I go online?" ROTF!!! What a hoot! My kids are not allowed to go online unless they ask and now he has picked that up. Maybe it really has been him chatting with his grey friends here on this board? Toby is owned by Sharon. Toby is a Congo African Grey.
Copyright © It's A Grey's World™. All rights reserved.
|
|
